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The Story of My Childhood
unharmed, and I alone am here now to tell the little stories of childhood's terrifying dangers and miraculous escapes.
We were midway between the two
district schools, a long mile and a half
from either, and it frequently chanced
that a season or two of indifferent
schools followed each other in train.
The experiment of sending me away
to school was not to be repeated, and
accordingly I was undertaken at
home. My mathematical brother, Stephen,
took charge of that department,
and Mrs. Vassall the other needful
studies, while my former patient,
brother David, the equestrian of early
days, now grown strong and well,
kept to his rule of practical teaching.
I recall vividly the half impatient
